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A wave of anticipating washed over Cresil when Aoki finally agreed. There were guidelines, but they were rather simple, having Aoki face away from the window was no problem.
“Promise.” He said back, kissing his boyfriends lips before finally moving his hips. Pushing upward, Cresil hissed from the slight pain of how tight Aoki was, barely getting halfway in and already struggling to stop from ramming inside.
“You have such a tight, deep hole. Mm once I stretch that ass of yours I’ll make sure to fuck you like a slut, just the way you want.” Cresil whispered while pushing in more, thankful for his pre cum because it allowed himself to enter without it being dry and uncomfortable for them both.
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"Why is it that, as a culture, we are more comfortable seeing two men holding guns than holding hands?"
~Ernest Gaines
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